312 <br /> <br />Her—"last Poems"— <br />Poets—ended— <br />Silver—perished—with her Tongue— <br />Not on Record—bubbled other, <br />Flute—or Woman— <br />So divine— <br />Not unto its Summer—Morning <br />Robin—uttered Half the Tune— <br />Gushed too free for the Adoring— <br />From the Anglo-Florentine— <br />Late—the Praise— <br />'Tis dull—conferring <br />On the Head too High to Crown— <br />Diadem—or Ducal Showing— <br />Be its Grave—sufficient sign— <br />Nought—that We—No Poet's Kinsman— <br />Suffocate—with easy woe— <br />What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom— <br />Put Her down—in Italy?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-mdash-last-poems/
